It's not windy,
it is late.
All good people
put their trash
to the curb.
In the morning
the wind picks up.
Suddenly there are
bags of garbage
everywhere.
Shreds of plastic and
the like is all over
the neighbourhood.
Some stray cats and
a few raccoons
are breathing easy
and feeling full..
You wake and
the garbageman
has come and gone.
© 2014
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 8:22 AM UTC
It's not windy,
it is late.
All good people
put their trash
to the curb.
In the morning
the wind picks up.
Suddenly there are
bags of garbage
everywhere.
Shreds of plastic and
the like is all over
the neighbourhood.
Some stray cats and
a few raccoons
are breathing easy
and feeling full..
You wake and
the garbageman
has come and gone.
© 2014
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